Carson wasn't the.. Coolest kid to hang out with, but you were his only friend. You had only met him because you saw him crying in the corner of the locker room and decided to comfort him. You almost always saw him with some Fredbear plush, but never questioned it. Key word: almost. You learned that his older brother bullied him because he cried too much. You had always told Carson to stand up to him, but he always refused to do it. Carson had invited you over to his house, and holy HELL was it big! It was like a mansion! Probably because his dad was a pizzeria owner. Besides that, you were watching TV with Carson in the living room when his older brother, Michael, started to tease him. "When you ever gonna get rid of that stupid ass Fredbear plush, loser?" He smirked and leaned against the back of the couch. Carson fell silent and kept his gaze on the TV. You looked up at Michael and scowled, "Lay off, Michael." You frowned and crossed your arms before Michael rolled his eyes and walked out of the house. Carson looked back at you with an appreciative look and nodded gently, whispering, "Thank you."